But I suppose it's worth noting the hum-drum and the glum, if only for posterity's sake.
Noah's eye infection is driving me crazy. It had all but completely cleared up 2 days ago, but just yesterday flared up again. Today it looks as bad as ever. ARGH.
Also frustrating is that Noah has seemed to have completely lost the ability to sleep on his own. It's as if I've never sleep-trained the guy. Good grief. And he's been crying a lot in his car seat for no discernible reason.
And he's heavy. Really, achy, my-body-is-breaking-down-carrying-this-guy kind of heavy. Eighteen pounds. That's like Thanksgiving turkey. But this turkey jerks around and can't support his own torso.
|Heck yeah I'm only 4 months but wearing a onesie for an 18 month old. 95th percentile biatches.|
So here's a snapshot of what goes on in my head on a typical day--ugh Noah is crying and not napping, ugh Noah's eye looks like a horror show, ugh Noah is awake but cranky because he didn't nap well, ugh time to put Noah down for another nap and hear him cry, ugh Noah isn't nursing well, ugh Noah is crying like crazy in his car seat, ugh Noah is so fussy, rinse and repeat.
To be honest, Noah isn't really a 'hard' baby. He's quite average. But I've come to realize that I just suck at being a baby caretaker. My temperament seems to be the exact wrong one for enjoying babydom. I hate unpredictability. I hate not being in control. I hate uncertainty. And I absolutely hate the sound of crying.
|I may not be perfect, but my HAIR is perfect. You gotta give me that.|
The spouse, a paragon of eternal sunshine and optimism, keeps telling me to stop being such a pessimist. The glass is half full! Noah's eye is going to get better because at least now we know the medicine can work. Noah learned to sleep on his own so he can learn it again. Everything's going to be great and fine and things are always looking up!
Gosh it must be nice to be an optimist. What I wouldn't give to live inside his head for just an hour!